Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Waiting

for the gesture
to be finished
waiting for
the eggs
to scramble
waiting for
a poem
to appear
across the page
a furtive
fox
waiting for

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  1. Susan E. GangelJuly 20, 2020 at 10:16 AM

    dad the pilot

    what was that part of your story
    when the wing off the gear flies
    into her painted face

    her

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